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« on: 05/24/04 at 05:58 PM » |
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His name me is Joseph Loreda. For three years he worked as a soldier for the island of Tropico, and was stationed in the city La Vega. Two years before being brought to Tropico, he was a soldier for the U.S. Army in a unit in the Special Forces division. One year before that he had enlisted in the U.S. army. He'd been trained to be the best, brightest, and strongest in the world. Despite his many years of training, he was terrified and shocked on this one fateful day.
It was a normally hot day on the island. Despite having inhabited it for three years, the extreme heat was still uncomfortable for him. He was off-duty, and when he wasn't playing Pennies Poker or sleeping, he normally took a walk around the island. He was walking today.
He strolled along the trail through the thick forests. He was heading towards the Dungeons to poke fun of the prisoners and chat with the guards there. He knew the guards there. They were great guys. This is exactly what was on his mind when, out of nowhere, a gun muzzle was positioned in his face.
"Hey! What's going on here, Carlos?" Joseph asked the man pointing the gun at him. Carlos was a basic soldier under General Estevez.
"Down on the ground, Joseph!"
"What are you talking about? Why are you pointing the gun at me?"
"Get down on the ground, dadgumed you!" This voice came from behind him. There were two people there. Three soldiers pointed assault rifles at his head.
"What? No. Tell me what's going on!"
From behind him a stiff rifle butt hit him in the head. Blood coursed to his eyes as he fell to the ground, and everything went black.
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